Chapters (152)
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- I. Sunday
- Sunday
- 1
- 2
- 3
- II. Monday
- Monday
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
- 32
- 33
- 34
- 35
- 36
- 37
- 38
- 39
- 40
- 41
- 42
- III. Tuesday
- Tuesday
- 43
- 44
- 45
- 46
- 47
- 48
- 49
- 50
- 51
- 52
- 53
- 54
- 55
- 56
- 57
- 58
- 59
- 60
- 61
- IV. Wednesday
- Wednesday
- 62
- 63
- 64
- 65
- 66
- V. Saturday
- Saturday
- 67
- 68
- 69
- 70
- 71
- 72
- 73
- 74
- 75
- 76
- 77
- 78
- 79
- 80
- 81
- 82
- VI. Sunday
- Sunday
- 83
- 84
- 85
- 86
- 87
- 88
- 89
- 90
- VII. Monday
- Monday
- 91
- 92
- 93
- 94
- 95
- 96
- 97
- 98
- 99
- 100
- 101
- 102
- 103
- 104
- 105
- 106
- 107
- 108
- 109
- 110
- 111
- 112
- 113
- VIII. Tuesday
- Tuesday
- 114
- 115
- 116
- 117
- 118
- 119
- 120
- 121
- 122
- 123
- 124
- 125
- Epilogue
- Two Weeks Later
- Afterword
- Get Exclusive John Milton Material
- Also By Mark Dawson
- In the John Milton Series
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- In the Isabella Rose Series
- About Mark Dawson
Katsuro glanced left and right, looking for an alternative exit. “You should listen to your husband.”
“Get away from him—now!”
“I will,” Katsuro said. “I’m going to leave, but I need to know that I can do that without you taking a shot at me.”
With the gun unwavering in his right hand, he reached out and collected the knife with his left. He kept behind the man, his eyes on the woman.
“Put the knife down,” she said, taking another step toward them. “Hurt him and—”
“Relax. I’m going to cut him loose.”
He stepped up next to the chair, pushed the muzzle of the gun against the back of the man’s head and reached down with the knife. He slipped the point of the blade inside the plastic tie that secured the man’s left arm and sliced through it with a flick of his wrist. He did the same with the tie on the right.
“This is what we’re going to do,” Katsuro said to Deschamps. “You’re going to step away from the door. I’m going to keep your husband between the two of us while I cross the room. You don’t do anything and I don’t do anything. I get to the door and then I’m gone—as simple as that. No one needs to get shot. Are you okay with that?”
“Fine,” she said. “You do anything to him, though, and I’ll put one through your heart.”
“Of course.” He kept his attention on the woman as he stepped up to the man and held the gun against his back. “Get up, please.”
The man did as he was told. Katsuro grabbed the man’s left shoulder with his left hand, angled him so that his body would act as a shield, and then guided him to the door. Deschamps stepped away, allowing him a clear path to the exit, her gun aimed with a steady two-handed grip. Katsuro backed up against the door and pushed it open with his heel.
“I’m going to leave now,” he said.
“Don’t ever come back,” Deschamps said.
“I don’t intend to. And some advice for you? It would be unwise to follow me.”
“Just go.”
Katsuro pushed the man away from him and backed through the door. He shut it with his foot, took the key from his pocket and quickly locked it. It wouldn’t stop the two of them for long, but it ought to buy him enough time to leave the hotel. He hid the pistol inside his open linen jacket and started for the parking lot. He needed to leave the island. Sakura and John Milton were headed for Tokyo. He needed to get on a flight so that he could arrive before them.
IV. Wednesday
Part IV